Watch Over My Life

What would you do if you finally got everything you have ever wanted, just to find out that your life is coming to an end?

Even when Jessica Connors was a child she despised Jake Willams. She hated everything about his womanizer ways.

So was she feeling okay, because she just had a one night stand with him?

That one night stand leads to many surprises.

She never stops hating him until his charming ways become too much for her to handle, having her weak at the knees until she realizes she is giving him something she couldn't believe he always wanted - one of those things being her heart.

Her life becomes everything she has ever dreamed of.

But dreams don't last forever, do they? Someone wakes you up eventually.

And when someone wakes Jessica up she is greeted by a past that is determined to haunt her, resulting in her being forced to reveal something she had firmly planned on keeping to herself.

But Jessica doesn't want to wake up from her dream-filled life, and she can be pretty damn stubborn. She hides the most devasting secret, because she refuses to shatter the dream of the one man she cannot live without - even if it means sacrificing hers.

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As Jessica quietly closed the door behind her, she felt a sudden
pang of guiltiness for leaving again. But she had to. She needed
to be in work for nine and Jake, well, Jake did what he wanted.
After all, he was the boss. He could stroll in and out any time
he liked.

When she woke, she watched him for a few minutes. Her body was
wrapped in his as if he were protecting her in some sort of
cocoon. She stared as his muscular chest moving up and down with
each even intake of breath. He looked consequently peaceful as
his closed lids delicately hid his brown eyes; the same eyes she
got lost in so many times.

She hated the thoughts of getting out of bed. She just wanted to
stay there, covered up in his warmth, but she was lying to
herself by thinking that maybe, he wanted the same thing. She
wasn't that naive. She knew exactly why he was there.

But that worked for her too. The last thing she wanted in her
life right now was a man. She didn't have the strength to deal
with it. She didn't need the complications of a relationship.
There was too much at risk. She didn't want her heart to get
broken, and she definitely did not want to drag someone else into
her situation. Making someone's life complicated because of her
"issues" was not her goal. That wasn't fair on anybody.

Many times she was told to live her life as normal as possible.
Well, that was exactly what she was doing. And she got herself a
hot guy to do it with. Life was good.

She hoped he wouldn't be too offended when he woke to the note
she had left on her pillow.

"There is food in the cupboards. Eat, and get your ass out my
apartment.

See you at work,

Jess."

In fact, she dreaded seeing him at work. She knew all the
emotions from the night before would come swirling back.

Though she had told herself countless of times that she would
stay away from him and that she could resist the temptation;
seeing him standing at her door last night, daring her to give
in, her guard crumbled to pieces, and she hadn't a hope of
putting it back together. Even now, the thought of him made her
want to run back to the apartment and wake him up with her
uncontrollable kisses.

She no longer recognised herself. Jessica was always the girl who
never showed her emotions. Somehow, she found a way to hide them
so deep, not even she felt them. It wasn't that she had a problem
with her feelings, she just hated to let people see them. She was
the girl who was always scared to let someone in. Especially now,
she didn't need anyone else to get hurt. It was better if she
kept everything to herself. That way she protected the people she
loved the most. She was still trying to tell herself that she
would get through this unscratched, but deep inside she knew it
was a lie.

She dwelt on it all the way to her office, where she threw her
bag on the floor, sighing heavily when a pile of new paper work
appeared on her desk. Today was Friday, and she was looking
forward to the weekend. She just wanted to relax and be normal.
She also wanted to go out and get heavily drunk.

Bad idea, she told herself. She didn't know where she
would end up; probably Jake's bed.

Yes, that was definitely a bad idea.

The paper work seemed to go on forever, but she finally finished
it, signing her signature at the end, slipping it into a large
brown envelope before handing it to Sophie to post.

She also had a new book to edit. She was looking forward to
reading this one. It was untitled, but it was written from a
young, up and coming female author, named Elizabeth Harold - an
enthusiastic, goofy girl who knew exactly what she was writing
about and where she wanted to go with it. Jessica met with her
once before and found her highly interesting. She could have
talked to her for hours. When she found out that Jessica was a
book editor she started sending her work to her.

She leaned back in her chair, and took the thick book in her
hand. She read six lines when she heard a light cough at the
door.

Her head popped up to see Jake standing there, his body leaning
against the door frame with two coffee cups weighing in each
hand.

Why does he have coffee? He never drinks the stuff, she
thought to herself.

"Coffee?" he greeted her, holding up the cardboard cups as he
strolled into her office.

Unfortunately for her, she was dying for a cup of coffee, and
thankfully for him, she was going to accept it.

"Thanks," she whispered, taking the hot cup in her hands.

He placed himself in the leather chair opposite her on the other
side of her desk.

"People will talk, Jake. It isn't difficult to notice you walking
in here with that undeniable bounce in your step giving me
coffee. It's very gossip worthy," she teased.

"Let them talk then."

"You know as well as I do, they don't need much to start a story
around here."

"It's coffee, Jess. I thought you might need it. I know you have
a lot on lately," he said, lifting the cover of the cup and
blowing on the hot liquid.

She sipped on it slowly, letting the warmth slide down her
throat. "Worried about me, are we?"

"I'm not worried. I'm your boss, and I know when you have a lot
on," he stated. The mention of him being her boss brought her
straight back to square one.

"What are you doing here, Jake? My table is too small for any
funny business and I am seriously not in the mood." She was a bad
liar and he knew it. His smirk told her he didn't believe a word
of it.

"You have a terrible impression of me," he grinned, and she
couldn't help but smile back at him. "You left this morning?" It
was more of a question than a statement of fact.

"I had to. I have work at nine," she explained, inhaling the
smell of the coffee.

"I don't think I would have fired you for being late."

"I know that, but like you said, I have a lot on. Someone has to
work around here," she taunted, meeting his gaze.

He merely shrugged, staring out onto the city. "So what are you
doing tonight?" he queried, looking back at her.

"I don't know yet, but it's not you," she replied, knowing
exactly what he meant. He chuckled to himself, his laugh making
his nose wrinkle. "I am relaxing tonight, and that does not
include having sex with you."

"Do I tire you out, Jess?"

"As matter of fact, you do. Walking is a need that I have."

"Thank you very much," he nodded, obviously pleased with himself.
She had to bite her jaw to stop herself from giggling aloud when
he began to yawn.

"Do I tire you out, Jake?" she mocked, repeating his words;
moving forward, leaning her elbows on the desk.

"I bought the coffee for a reason, Jess. I never drink this crap,
but it keeps me awake."

She could feel her cheeks get hot with embarrassment.

"Don't you have work to do?" she questioned, making random notes
on a page. "You could be doing better things with your time
besides bothering me."

"That hurt, babe. That scarred my heart," he played, dramatically
holding his hand over his chest.

"Get out!" she droned, throwing a pen at him. "Go on. Get your
ass out of my office. I have work that needs to be done."

"Fine," he threw up his hands in surrender. "See you at the
meeting later," he winked before he left the room.

She hated those meetings. It was an hour of nothing. It was
basically a meeting of about twenty executive workers talking
about how the company was going and certain issues they may have.
She knew Jake hated it too. She often had to kick him under the
table to wake him up. He pretended to listen, but he never did.
Jessica knew that face when he totally tuned out of something and
was in a complete daydream. He always looked too focused when he
was off in his own world. His eyes squinted, making it seem like
was doing maths in his head.

With that, her phone buzzed to life on the table. She picked it
up quickly, scanning over the caller id before answering. It was
her sister, April.

"Hey baby sis," she answered happily.

"Hello," April replied sceptically. "Why are you so cheery? Who
have you been screwing?" she blurted.

"Am I only happy when I am screwing someone?" Jessica grunted
loudly. "I am allowed to be happy. Would you prefer if I was a
depression case?"

"I suppose not," April answered. "Anyway, I am ringing to tell
you that you have to come over tonight. Mom is cooking dinner for
everyone because Pete is home," she explained.

"Great. What time?"

"About seven. And tell, Jake not to forget my DVD. He borrowed it
a few weeks ago and I haven't seen it since."

"Jake, is coming tonight," April stated dryly. "Get over it,
Jess. Besides, you know the way Mom is with Jake. If she wasn't
married to Dad she would try and make him her toy boy. He is like
a brother to Pete, and me for that matter," April went on.
"Anyway, I don't really care how you two work together, or why
you two are so bitter towards each other; just tell him not to
forget that DVD. I will personally strangle you if you do."

"Fine, I will tell him," Jessica huffed, feeling defeated. "I
have to go, April.," she said before they both said their
goodbyes, and Jessica rushed off to that hell hole of a meeting
she needed to get to.

Thirty minutes later, there he was, doing it again. He was
sitting next to her in the conference room with his eyes
squinting, his nose wrinkling and his mouth set in a hard line.
He looked hysterical, but she promised herself she would not
laugh. She would end up looking like an idiot because she was
sure she was the only one noticing the expression on his face.
Obviously, there were other women staring at him, but it wasn't
for the look on his face; it was for his face in general.

Jessica tried to tune out as Mr Johnson, another partner in the
company, rambled on about how they could do more to safe energy
in the building. She really despised these meetings. She never
saw the point of her being there.

Starting to scribble in her notebook from boredom, she looked
back at Jake, who still had that stupid look on his face. She
wondered what he was thinking about.

Was he thinking about her? Was he thinking about the night they
had spent together?

Of course he wasn't thinking about her. Why would Jake think
about her? They may have slept together, but that meant nothing
to him. He slept with women all the time and he never gave them a
second thought, so why would she be any different?

She wasn't, that was the point. He had better things to think
about than her.

But that didn't stop her from wanting to be her mischievous self.
She bit down on her lip to hide the smirk that was tugging at her
mouth. Her hand twitched with the want to touch him. And for
once, she gave in to what her body wanted.

Slowly, she placed her hand under the table, gently dancing her
fingers on his thigh before squeezing it tightly.

"Whoa." Jake jumped, automatically trying to compose himself.

"Are you OK, Jake?" Mr Johnson asked, looking slightly worried.

"Am, yeah, I'm fine. Just hit my knee," he explained, swallowing
hard as she trailed her fingers up and down his thigh, smiling
innocently in the process.

"OK," Mr Johnson nodded slowly, looking unsure as he went back to
rambling on about energy saving, or at least that was what she
thought he was talking about. She wasn't really paying attention.

She pinched on her lip playfully with her teeth as she watched
him stiffen in his seat, his body rigid as her hand grew closer
and closer to the area she knew he was dreading, but yet, longed
for her to touch.

"Jess," he leaned closer to her ear, and she knew it was killing
him to quiet the moan that was playing on his parted lips. His
breathing was becoming heavier by the second. She tried her best
to suppress the giggle that was bubbling in her throat. "What?...
Wh..."

She continued to look straight at Mr Johnson as she began rubbing
her fingers closer and closer.

"Jess, we are in a meeting," he breathed, stuttering over his
words.

"Yeah," she turned to look at him, her famous sparkle glinting in
her eyes, "revenge is a bitch," she whispered, moistening her
full lips with her tongue.

As she continued, she finally reached the one area she knew would
send him over the top. Her fingers massaging him softly, her palm
playing along his suit pants. She watched him in amusement as he
moved around in his seat, his hand constantly rubbing over the
beads of sweat on his forehead.

"That is it for today. I will see you all Monday," Mr Johnson
announced.

She didn't stop when people began packing away their belongings.
She wanted to see him sweat a bit more. She slowly pressed
against him, unassumingly pressing her lips to his ear. To anyone
else, they were sharing a private conversation, but to Jake, he
just received Jessica's moist tongue around his neck.

"Sweet Jesus," he let out and God forgive her, but she burst out
with laughter. This was brilliant entertainment. "I'm sorry
everyone," he apologised to his colleagues leaving the room who
had now turned around to see what all the commotion was about.
"This damn table is really low down for my knees."

When a sexual act was involved, he was a miserable liar.

But all of this did not stop his quiet moan sending thrills
through her as she removed her hand. He looked extremely
disappointed as she stood up. She positioned herself, leaning
over his shoulder so that she could whisper in his ear. "Oh the
sweet joys of revenge. I don't think you should stand up for a
while, it might be a bit obvious what we were up to under that
table, and I don't think you would want everyone to know that you
are having sex with one of your employees," her voice was
serious.

She straightened up and smiled. "Everything is just fine. I was
just making sure that, Jake was okay. He was looking a bit pale.
But everything seems to be looking up now," she smiled,
biting down on her lip to stop herself from laughing at the
private digs she was sending to Jake while everyone else was
oblivious to what she was talking about.

"OK sweetheart, I will see you Monday," Mr Johnson always seemed
to use loving names towards his staff. Well, the young girls at
least.

"See you later, Jake," Jessica said as she walked away. "Oh and
April said not to forget that DVD," she smirked, parting her
moistened lips.

She couldn't help but laugh at she walked away; the image of him
sitting there in his chair, unable to stand up with his mouth
hanging open in shock, played over and over in her mind.

Wow, she felt evil, but when it came to that man, she really
didn't mind.